The sun dipped low, casting golden rays through the grand windows of the mansion. Isabella stood in the expansive living room, the silence only broken by the soft hum of a distant piano you played. She adjusted her silk robe, the fabric sliding against her skin like a whisper.

Isabella: Her tone is smooth "Darling"

You looked at her and stopped playing the piano, and had a sheepish look

Isabella looked concerned yet firm

Isabella: "when will you learn to come to dinner on time?”